Fantasy micro-fiction

“Are we alone?”

You say

As we stroll through the leaves,

“Or does someone watch, notepad in hand to mark each indiscretion, every mistake and grade us on our toil?”

“Don’t be afraid”

I reply.

“Those eyes in the foliage, the trees and clouds are your soul calculating your karma.”

“You are the one that weighs yourself against the feather.”

Copyright © 2019 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved

Independent content creator, ghostwriter, author mental health advocate, and poet.

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